So, here it is…the sequel to DARKNESS OVERPOWERS US!!! Yay! I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm really excited about this story… Warning: child abuse… and unfortunately I do not own the boys AKA Supernatural or the Winchesters, but I do own Nathan and Noah J. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

It was a dreary day, the wind was whipping through the trees that lined both sides of the road and created a howling noise, greatly increasing the eeriness of the early morning hour. It was the day the Winchesters were going to move into their new house. Nathan and Noah were now officially Winchesters thanks to a very talented man in the forgery business. The man was able to make identical replicas of birth certificates that stated that Nathan and Noah were both Dean's children. Dean looked over at the two boys who were quietly sitting in the backseat of the car, Noah was leaning against Nathan's side, his eyes were closed as he tried to get a few more minutes of sleep before unpacking began.

Dean was impressed with the progress both boys were making. It had been a month since Matt had left, and all the physical wounds were healed, but Dean was positive the mental and emotional wounds would always be present. The boys seemed almost completely relaxed around the Winchesters, Noah was actually a very loud and rambunctious little boy, while Nathan was definitely the quiet, more reserved brother, still very overprotective of Noah. Unfortunately, whenever a stranger would come too near, they still tensed up, Noah usually grabbing hold of his brother for dear life, look down at the ground, and remain completely silent. Neither boys had revealed much about the life they lived with Matt, but Dean was sure they wouldn't be able to hold it in for much longer, especially if they were attempting to live a "normal" life; Nathan in particular still seemed very affected by the abuse he suffered from his father.

Dean stopped worrying about the future as he gently coaxed the Impala into the driveway that led to the older house. Dean turned off the ignition and got to help Bobby park the pickup that was filled with newly purchased furniture and home supplies. Sam, Nathan, and Noah exited the car and stood in the front yard looking up at the house. None of the Winchesters had lived in one house for an extended period of time; it was strange to think that this house is where they'd be living for years to come.

"So, what do you think?" Dean place a hand on both of the boys' shoulder and took a look at the house. It was located at the very end of dead end, dilapidated street. The house itself was in decent shape. It had a rugged feel to it; a smaller white farmhouse complete with a wrap-around wooden porch and brick chimney. The back yard was big and spacious, exactly how the Winchesters liked it: lot's of privacy. A small shed was in the backyard and their was an acre of yard surrounded by dense forestry.

"So, tell me again how you boys were able to buy this?"

"Two words, Bela Talbot," Dean said.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Bobby asked coming to stand next to Sam.

"Well, remember that time when Bela stole the rabbit's foot from Dad's storage space?"

"Yeah…" Anything to do with Bela Talbot couldn't be good.

"She gave us an idea," Sam simply said. Bobby gave Sam a confused look, wishing the boy would just get to the point and explain the fortune that had mysteriously appeared in the Winchesters' possession.

"Bela mentioned that we could sell any of the supernatural artifacts Dad was keeping in that storage space for millions of dollars."

"Please tell me you didn't," Bobby stared at Dean.

"Don't look at me like that. This was easier than hustling pool and defiantly more legal than credit card scams. We can't afford to be on the wanted list now, can we?" He looked down at Nathan and Noah when he said this, Noah giving him a small smile.

"What did you sell?"

"Just a little amulet, and look at what it got us. Man, we should've done this years ago."

Bobby sighed, "Well, let's go see the inside."

Sam led the way, Bobby followed, and Dean and the boys brought up the rear. Dean put a hand on Nathan's shoulder and drew him close, "How you doing kid? Are you still feeling okay about all this?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I like the house," Nathan glanced up at the farmhouse.

"Good, I'm glad. How about you kiddo?" Dean looked down at Noah who was holding his brother's hand. He eagerly shook his head in response, and Dean laughed at the ecstatic expression on the young boy's face.

Dean and the boys caught up with Sam and Bobby who were standing in the entryway of the house. When they were all inside, Sam started leading through all the rooms giving an amateur tour of the home.

Nathan and Noah were staring in awe at their new home. Never before had they felt at home, let alone safe at any of the run-down motels or rental houses they stayed in while their father hunted. The rooms were all spacious with hardwood floors. It was a perfect home for a family of four. Sam led them through the living room, kitchen, dining room, and office, then made his way up the stairs.

"There's four bedrooms so you can both have your own room," Sam directed at the boys when the made it to the second floor.

"What?" Nathan asked in a surprised voice.

"I don't want my own room," Noah tightly hugged his brother, tears falling down his face. "No, I want to sleep with Nathan. I don't wanna sleep by myself." Nathan bent down and allowed Noah to wrap his arms around his neck. Nathan pulled his brother into a hug and tried to get him to calm down.

"Hey, you can still sleep with Nathan if you want to. That's fine," Dean bent down and rubbed circles on Noah's back. "Look at me kiddo," Noah turned his head to look at Dean, but kept his head resting in the crook of Nathan's neck, "We just thought you'd like a room of your own, but if you want to sleep with your brother still that's absolutely fine, as long as it's okay with your Nathan."

"Of course it's okay," Nathan whispered to his brother.

"Okay? Don't worry about anything, just tell us if something's wrong." Noah shook his head, but didn't release his hold on his big brother.

You okay now?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"Ready to look at the rest of the house and pick your rooms?" Dean saw the boys shake their heads, "Good."

Noah's and Nathan's bedrooms were right next to each other, connected by a bathroom, while Dean's and Sam's bedrooms were also connected by a bathroom. Dean, being the overprotective man that he was made sure to get the bedroom between his brother and his new sons' rooms; was that what they were to him now? Dean didn't know what to call them for sure. Sam looked out the window and noticed the dark gray clouds that cast shadows on the deserted street.

"Looks like we picked an awesome day to move in," Sam motioned to the clouds, "We better get all the furniture in before it starts pouring. We can get the rest of the stuff tomorrow."

It was already beginning to drizzle when they got outside. Dean could hear the light tapping as the raindrops hit the canvas that Bobby had draped over the furniture in the pickup truck.

"Let's just get this stuff unloaded and we'll put it away when we're done." Dean hurriedly pulled the tarp off of the bed of the truck and began helping Bobby and Sam unload some of the heavier items.

"Hey, Nate," Dean called down to the teen when the boy didn't reach up to grab the lamp Dean held out. Nathan quickly looked up at Dean, breaking out of his stupor, when he heard his name being called. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Nathan tried to stop Dean from looking, but the older man got a glimpse of the teenage girl hooking her gray and white English Sheepdog on a leash before going back inside her house that was located directly across from the Winchesters' house

"You should go say hi," Dean smirked at the boy who was clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, "she's pretty cute and she looks about your age."

"No," Nathan muttered before taking the lamp from Dean's grasp and following Sam and Bobby into the house. Dean chuckled at Nathan's response.

Dean handed Noah two sofa cushions before jumping out of the now empty truck and grabbing the last item, a wooden side table, and began leading the way back to the house; just in time too because the rain was beginning to really pick up.

"Can we get a dog?" Noah's muffled voice asked Dean. Dean chuckled when he saw the nine year old hidden behind the stack of cushions; all Dean could see was the boy's eyes and a mop of sandy brown hair.

"We'll just have to see about that, but a dog would be sweet. What kind would you want?" Dean held the front door open for Noah. Dean had always wanted a dog when he was a kid, but their constant moving made that impossible.

"I dunno, maybe one of Rumsfield's puppies. Do you think Bobby'd give us one?"

"You'll just have to ask him, but I'm sure he'd be willing to let one go."

"Cool," Noah stepped into the house and threw the cushions on the ground and immediately set off in search of Bobby. Not knowing where he was Noah yelled out, "Bobby!" turned the corner and ran straight into the older man.

"Hmph," Bobby quickly caught the small boy before he fell over. "What's up, kiddo?"

"Can we have one of Rumsfield's puppies?" Noah asked with eager eyes.

"Sure you can. Once they're old enough though; they're still too young to be separated from their mom."

"Really?" Noah was shocked Bobby had said yes. "Nathan!" he ran off searching for his older brother to tell him the good news. "We're getting a puppy!"

Sam heard Noah's yelling and looked at Dean in surprise.

"Don't look at me," Dean joked and left to go start putting furniture away.

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Later that night, most of the furniture had been put in its rightful spot and the Winchesters were all sitting on the couch after eating their fill of pizza. Sam and Dean had been telling stories about their childhood, trying to see who could beat the other on the embarrassment scale. Noah had fallen asleep at some point, his feet hanging over the arm of the couch and his head in Nathan's lap, exhausted from the busy day. Nathan was also tired, his head leaning against Dean's shoulder. Nathan was amazed at how quickly he trusted Dean; he just honestly believed the man wouldn't hurt them. Dean acted like the father Nathan always wanted, the father Matt was before his mother died and he learned to hate his two sons.

Sam broke the silence by looking over at Nathan and saying, "We should probably enroll you two in school tomorrow. The new school year starts in a week."

"What?" Nathan looked over at Sam with a nervous eyes.

"School. Your dad always enrolled you guys in school right?"

"Yeah, he did." Nathan set his head back down on Dean's arm.

"Everything okay kiddo?" Dean looked down at him with a concerned expression, Sam was also staring at Nathan wondering why he looked so anxious about attending school.

Nathan just nodded his head and looked down at his brother. He really hated school; he didn't know what he was thinking, but he was hoping the Dean and Sam weren't going to make Noah and him go to school. Dean and Sam just looked at each other wondering once again what had happened in Nathan's life to cause him to hate school so much. It seemed like no matter how hard they tried to be normal, their pasts were always following them like a shadow.

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Hope you guys are liking the sequel! I'm so excited to finally be writing this. PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Hopefully, I'll have another chapter up soon!